Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Snow yanked his hand away. “That’s none of your business.” He looked away from Jude as if he could no longer meet his gaze.
“I want to make it my business. You need something? Let me give it to you.”
“I’m trying to find someone. You can’t help me with that.”
“Oh, I think I can.”
Snow shoved him away. “No. Shit. Not like that. And you don’t know what the hell you’re asking for.”
“Tell me.”
“We work in the same damn place,” Snow continued, dodging the question.
“So what?”
“So what?” With a growl, Snow grabbed him and switched their places, only he turned Jude all the way around to face the wall. Snow slammed him into it and his chin nearly hit the wet brick, but he managed to shove his hand up to block the hit. Snow leaned close, his chest pressed against Jude’s back while his groin dug into Jude ass. Jude nearly groaned while resisting the urge to grind his ass against the erection he could feel straining against Snow’s jeans. Snow’s hot breath skimmed across his ear, sending a different kind of shiver through him. “Tell me something, Jude. You like to scream?” Snow’s hand tightened on his shoulder as he thrust his cock against Jude’s ass again. “I like men who want to be held down, want to give up everything just for the feel of my dick in their ass. I like things rough, Jude. Do you?”
There was a hint of something off about what the man said. Jude knew men who liked pain—men like his ex, Brian. What the doc was saying didn’t ring true. He smirked. “You’re so full of shit. I think you’re the one who’s mixed up. Is that what you were looking for in there with that giant? A fight? Pain?”
“Who the hell do you think you are? Don’t tell me what—”
Using Snow’s confusion, Jude shoved away from the wall, throwing the man behind him off balance. He turned, grabbed Snow’s arms, and returned them to their earlier positions. “What’s your problem?”
Snow sneered. But again, he didn’t fight back. He seemed to be waiting, watching Jude with eyes that held something new, something speculative. The rain continued to pummel them despite the covering, slicking that light blue shirt to every muscle in Snow’s body. He could see the man’s nipples had pebbled in the frigid cold but everything below was in shadows. Jude wished for more light.
He wrapped one hand around Snow’s throat. Icy blue eyes widened as Jude pressed his thumb in tight just under the doctor’s ear. The noise that came out of Snow’s mouth then wasn’t one of anger or fear. No. That was raw, uncontrolled arousal. Shock sent a cold spike into the base of Jude’s spine. He narrowed his eyes, studying the way the man panted, the flare of his nostrils. Those ice blue eyes were anything but cold in that moment.
“You don’t want to make me scream, do you?” Jude squeezed his hand on Snow’s neck and pushed up, putting him completely under his control. He pressed his hips close, rolled his hard cock against the spike in Snow’s jeans. There was lovely, lovely heat there and if they weren’t in public and it didn’t feel like they’d been swimming at the North Pole, Jude would have gone to his knees. He could just imagine Snow’s heat sliding into his mouth. His throat. “You think you know what you want, but you don’t.”
The doc’s eyes slid nearly shut.
Jude leaned in and rubbed his nose along the light stubble on Snow’s hard jaw until his mouth was right by his ear. He licked water off Snow’s skin. “You know what I think?” Jude lowered his voice and leaned in until his lips were right beside Snow’s ear. “I think you’ve had it all wrong. I don’t even think you understand what you need. It’s not really pain, is it?”
The doctor didn’t answer, but he started to pant as rain dripped down his face. Jude waited, not moving or touching the doc any more than he already was. He just stared into those eyes while emotions passed through them like he was watching a slide projector. Some of the things he saw ripped through him—mainly the fear.
That fear halted him in his tracks.
Jude let go and stepped back. “Come on, Snow. I’m freezing and I know you are, too. I live just down the block. Let’s dry off and warm up. You can tell me what’s going on.”
Snow merely stared at him, still breathing hard and as Jude watched, he put a nearly visible clamp on his emotions, his expression smoothing out. Still, he stared and Jude waited, again patient, as the man decided whether or not he could trust him.
It was obvious that’s what was going through his head. Not physically trust, but open up, share what was going on. Whatever it was, Jude had a feeling it was more than the obvious. “You were looking for someone in there, right?”